The target is a goddess!Sacred Path of the Scrap Succubus

It's still the inexplicably confident eyes that can't be troubled by anything, or the cynical smile.

It's still the one she loves deeply, that person.

"Why did you climb over the wall and come in?"

Margaret said with some reproach.

She was not surprised that Serena would come.

Even if she can't remember clearly, she still has an impression of her dream.

Serena said she would help, so she would definitely come to help, there was nothing wrong with that.

But if you don't go through the gate, you have to climb over the wall like a thief, which is a bit beyond expectation.

And Serena just smiled and grabbed Margaret's jade hand that still smelled of medicine powder, kissed it lightly, and said:

"I flew over the courtyard wall on the wings of love, because brick and stone walls cannot block love."

Margaret chuckled and shook her head.

"Where did you hear this strange line?"

Seeing the stain on Serena's hair, Margaret frowned, then motioned for Serena to sit down first.

She walked to the door of the study, rang the bell lightly, and called the head maid Martha.

"Get me ready for the heat【&

Chapter 14 It's a good time to talk about things after the fact (add one more update during the recommendation period)

"Whoa!"

With the sound of intense water, the hustle and bustle in the bathroom finally came to an end.

Margaret, who was flushed all over her body, collapsed in the bathtub, leaning against her lover's chest, not wanting to move even a finger.

After a little while, she murmured;

"We should get up, the water is getting cold..."

"Oh? But you're still hot."

Serena gave a smirk, and flicked her fingers a few more times, causing the wave to sweep over Margaret again.

After her breathing was controlled again, Margaret finally couldn't bear it anymore and gave Serena a fierce look, and stood up staggeringly.

"You guy, besides this kind of thing, can't you do something else?"

While putting on her bathrobe, Margaret complained.

Serena stood up steadily with a smile, and walked behind Margaret.

"Just now you leaned over by yourself."

"That, that is..."

Blush crept up Marguerite's face again.

Indeed, she was the more active party just now.

There is no way, she loves Serina hopelessly like this, and expects Serena to give her some warmth.

Even though she knew very well that Serena's feelings for her were not at the level of love, she still had no regrets.

"Well, it's actually good, you should be more relaxed now, right?"

After taking the bathrobe from Margaret, Serena quickly switched to a serious tone while getting dressed.

"Then we can have a good talk and start to do things tomorrow."

Margaret closed her eyes to experience it, and found that Serena was right, and now she was really not that worried.

She didn't think it was because of the joy she had with Serena just now that she relaxed herself-as long as Serena was by her side, she would have nothing to fear.

But she didn't intend to refute anything.

Margaret led Serena to her bedroom, and then went to the door again to call the head maid, Martha, to clean up the messy bathroom.

After finishing the arrangements, she took the milk and bread brought by the maid and sat down in front of Serena again.

"Since you're here, does that mean that the church is really going to cooperate with the Granster family?"

"No, no, no, the definition here cannot be wrong."

Serena took a sip of milk, and then seriously corrected Margaret's slip of the tongue.

"The church will appoint a saint to help the nobles in the western region restore order in the territory as soon as possible, and this saint happens to be Margaret."

"There is no cooperation between the church and the Granster family. Everyone is working hard for the peace of the western region, but sometimes they happen to be doing the same thing, that's all."

"Well, that's politics, isn't it?"

Margaret sighed helplessly, and then asked:

"Then the way we restore order is to train an army?"

"of course."

Serena nodded.

"The more turbulent the order, the more deterrence by force is needed. In this context, recruiting young men who may be coerced by mobs into the army is one of the best means."

Margaret nodded knowingly, and asked again:

"But although there are undercurrents surging in Granster Territory, there aren't any mobs yet?"

"There will be soon."

Serena said in a natural tone.

"You can give me a list, the families on it will become the victims of the mob. With these precedents, I believe the nobles in the western region will not resist more."

Margaret's complexion quickly darkened.

It's not that she can't understand the necessity of this approach, but...

'Don't be softhearted, Margaret, this is related to the survival of the family! '

After some mental construction, Margaret responded:

"Okay, I will put some minor nobles who really have the means of death into the list."

Serena felt Margaret's uneasiness, and walked over gently, wrapping her arms around her slender waist.

"Don't worry, I do things properly. People will find out sooner or later that some wicked people are actually saving more good people when they die."

"In short, you don't need to have any psychological burden on this kind of thing. You can rest assured that I will decide everything."

Margaret nodded and continued to ask:

"Then how many people do we need for our new army? We are about to enter the slack period. With the scale of Granster Territory, one legion can't afford it, but half a legion is still fine."

"No need."

Serena shook her head.

"That would be too much of a fuss."

"My plan is to recruit more than 1000 people, and then continue to screen during training, and finally leave about 500 people."

"500 people? Wouldn't that be a little too small..."

Margaret hesitated.

Although the nobles of the western region have just suffered a big defeat, there are still more than 200 remaining knights.

With only 500 soldiers, it is a bit too thin to deter so many knights.

"It's enough. My plan is to train them all according to the requirements of the sergeant. When the training is completed, you will get a group of warriors who are well-trained enough to form an formation to meet the knight's charge."

"And when necessary, they can all become special leaders and quickly expand this force into a legion—of course, the premise is that the soldiers recruited have previous service experience."

Relieved, Margaret smiled.

"That's easy to say. After all, the Western Territory is the front line bordering on the Secret Law Alliance. More than half of the farmers here have followed the battlefield."

"In terms of soldiers' foundation, this is the strongest in all of Marconia."

"Of course, I also knew this, so I arranged the plan."

Serena gave a smirk, hugged Margaret up, and walked towards the soft bed.

"Okay, we can talk about the specific work tomorrow, and now you can take a good rest."

"I can see it all, your eyelids are shaking."

"Wait a mininute."

Margaret hugged Serena's neck, stared into her eyes, and said seriously:

"I'll always be by your side, so don't leave me behind. Promise me, okay?"

Serena glanced at Margaret in surprise, then nodded.

"Of course. As long as it is my person, I will not abandon any of them. Don't worry, have a good dream!"

Although it wasn't exactly the promise she wanted, Serena's answer still reassured Margaret a lot.

Soon, she fell into a dark and sweet sleep in Serena's arms.

Looking at Margaret's soft and peaceful face, Serena also lay down in peace, ready to recover her exhausted energy.

Just suddenly, she felt as if she had forgotten something.

"Ah, forget it, let's go to bed first."

"What can be forgotten by me is not important anyway..."

Chapter 15 Let's Start, Knights

When Serena finally saw Camille again, the latter had completely lost the chivalrous demeanor she had been working so hard to maintain, and could only look at her master with eyes mixed with grief and resentment.

"Ah, sorry, I forgot about you."

Serena looked away in embarrassment, and smirked.

She is indeed a little unreasonable.

Serena felt refreshed herself, taking a hot bath, eating supper, a big soft bed and a warm "stove".

Camille gritted her teeth and hid in the bushes outside the house for a whole night. She was tortured by the cool autumn wind and the mosquitoes that were still not dead.

Without Serena's order, Camille, who was still bound by the strong contract, couldn't find a more comfortable place to stay by himself, so he could only wait for the master's instructions there.

When Serena finally remembered that she actually brought someone here, it was almost noon the next day.

Of course, there was another person who was upset at this time.

Margaret took a closer look at the woman whom Serena called Camille.

Although her hair had turned into a bird's nest, and her supposedly white and smooth face had swelled up a few big bumps, it could still be seen that she was a great beauty;

Even if the collar representing slave status can be seen faintly around the neck, it can't wear away the heroic spirit of the female knight;

Being able to be brought by Serena to do this kind of thing proves that this guy has most likely become Serina's favorite guest in bed.

Margaret naturally knew that she and this guy must have different positions in Serena's heart.

If Margaret can still be called a friend and playmate, the Camille knight can only be regarded as a toy.

But seeing her lover's harem happy again, Margaret must not be happy at all.

So, Margaret quickly turned her resentment towards Serena into harsh words.

"Serina, your hobbies are really strange. When you and I were in love, why did you arrange a female slave outside the window to listen?"

"There is no such arrangement..."

Serena retorted in a low voice, and then obediently shut her mouth under Margaret's angry eyes.

As for Camille, he smiled disdainfully and choked back: